Richard had collapsed from high blood pressure and was now lying in a VIP hospital bed. After a lifetime of being decisive and commanding in the business world, he had unexpectedly been laid low by family matters. The shock of learning so many big secrets at once had overwhelmed him. Now, with tubes and monitors tracking his vitals, he seemed both fragile and furious, though he was currently unconscious.
Diana sat at his bedside, gazing at the stark white walls around them, her brow creased in worry. Ever since Richard had stepped down from his position as chairman, his health had deteriorated, and his temper had grown worse. Perhaps it was the fear that, without him at the helm, the Norman family empire could c***k under pressure from uncles and cousins all eyeing the vast inheritance. R
